[ Their drinks get here before she can answer her question, before I forget that they're at Outback Steakhouse discussing this. ]
....I'm not sure.
[ She answers honestly, stirring the straw in her drinking. ]
Truthfully, I came here with no intent of using it on myself.
[ It's somewhat of a dark thing to admit, but she does so with all the same ease and charm that she says most things, looking off with an exasperated smile. At the beginning, she'd resigned herself to her fate to wither away into obscurity. What would be the point of fixing her health? When she got here, she had no hope there would ever be any more meaning to her life, really, no real reason to start over.
But, the last few weeks... have reminded her of how warm life used to be. How fun. Now she's conflicted, torn between selfishness and defying the heavens. ]
Like you noticed, Shoko... you could say I'm a bit like a spirit. An illusion. Normally, people can't even see me. [ Leaning forward, she takes a long sip from her drink, savoring the strange and otherworldly flavors — even this is something she can't normally do, something as simple as tasting things or eating them. ] After this competition is over, I won't be able to meet and talk with anyone anymore, unless I use this wish.
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....I'm not sure.
[ She answers honestly, stirring the straw in her drinking. ]
Truthfully, I came here with no intent of using it on myself.
[ It's somewhat of a dark thing to admit, but she does so with all the same ease and charm that she says most things, looking off with an exasperated smile. At the beginning, she'd resigned herself to her fate to wither away into obscurity. What would be the point of fixing her health? When she got here, she had no hope there would ever be any more meaning to her life, really, no real reason to start over.
But, the last few weeks... have reminded her of how warm life used to be. How fun. Now she's conflicted, torn between selfishness and defying the heavens. ]
Like you noticed, Shoko... you could say I'm a bit like a spirit. An illusion. Normally, people can't even see me. [ Leaning forward, she takes a long sip from her drink, savoring the strange and otherworldly flavors — even this is something she can't normally do, something as simple as tasting things or eating them. ] After this competition is over, I won't be able to meet and talk with anyone anymore, unless I use this wish.